Day 1 (29-4-17 / Saturday)
Kolkata/Debipur
Kolkata. The city evokes different images for different people. For me, it was not a pretty one. All that changed with this one trip.
I wasn't too keen on the visit; not at first. I had some false and damaging ideas about how the city might be. Plenty of movies had imprinted in me a very disturbing image of Kolkata.
As we stepped out of the air-conditioned airport into the hot, stifling night, I didn't know what to expect. I was in a big city, at night, miles from home. We didn't linger around much longer. What lay ahead was a two hour drive to our destination - a little town called Debipur just over 80 km north of Kolkata, where a family was putting us up for the two days we would be there.
The roads were almost empty in the middle of the night; the huge trucks and lorries ruled the streets. Our little car scurried along amidst the giants in the middle of the night, and by 4 am, we arrived.
At first I thought it was a joke. We were in the middle of nowhere, amidst fields and forests, and we had left urban and suburban areas miles behind. We were in a very rural village when the driver stopped and said, "We have arrived." I prayed that this be a joke. It wasn't.
The old, creaking, wooden door opened and an elderly couple stepped out to welcome us. We greeted our hosts with a smile, although my mind hadn't recovered from the shock. This can't be where we're staying!
We stepped in though the narrow doorway into an open courtyard. If the house looked old outside, it looked practically ancient on the inside. It had cemented floors and wooden window panes. Plastic chairs and tabled were strewn all over the courtyard - the only indicator that this is where the wedding party was going to be. That's the real reason for our trip to Kolkata - my dad's colleague was getting married. And the groom's family were our hosts.
They lead us up a dark stairwell onto the second floor. There was someone sleeping in almost every room. We were given chairs to sit in the small bedroom, and our host went back down to get us some water. Only then did we drop our smiles.
We looked at each other in horror, feeling like we had made a huge mistake coming here. How are we ever going to stay here? This is a mistake, right? They don't expect us to actually...?
What was I expecting? Well... Oh, I don't know... Maybe a little luxury resort away from the crowds of the city; a nice couple of rooms with a beautiful view, air-conditioning and swimming pools. I soon realized what a spoilt brat I had become.
There's nothing wrong with this place, it soon became clear, as the sun rose. It just wasn't what we were expecting. We were a little shocked; that's all. At 5am, the sun was coming up. We went up to the terrace and was amazed by what lay around this house. It was a typical village with trees, huts, fields and ponds, and I couldn't wait to go exploring.
The beauty of the village was revealed to us only after sunrise, and I immediately resented any ill comments I made towards this place. We went down and had a look around. There were cows, goats, chickens and dogs around the house. The people were incredibly warm and welcoming, despite the language barrier. They mostly spoke Bengali and Hindi; very few people could speak or understand English. We only dabbled in Hindi, so communication was difficult. But we got by.
We met the whole family; aunts, uncles, cousins and kids, who were all here for the grand wedding. Our host took us to the smaller house right opposite this one, and only then did we know that this was where we were actually going to be staying. This house, though small, had a spacious upstairs bedroom with attached bathroom and a few large windows overlooking the street outside. From the balcony, we could see a pond and the fields beyond. It was beyond sufficient.
After a quick nap to rid ourselves of tiredness, we came down for breakfast. The food... oh, the food! The food in West Bengal deserves its own blog post [Coming soon].
This incredible little village and its people will always have a place in my heart. Its beauty was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. This rural village, untouched by the advances of the city, was peaceful and serene. And I would jump at an opportunity to go back.
This blog post is just a tip of the iceberg. There's many more to come, so stay tuned for more posts about our epic adventure in the north.
To be continued...
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